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Scandal erupts over new Egyptian film that shows a couple making out on a bus
A man and a woman are seated at a bus stop. The bus pulls up and they get on. The driver stares at them as he gives them their tickets. They run down the aisle and take two seats next to each other in the back. A few seconds pass—a glance and a smile—and they begin to kiss passionately. Their hands are everywhere as he pulls back the veil covering her face.
 
Double standard. This is the opening scene of a new, 14-minute short subject called Fifth Pound and the first film from Egyptian director Ahmed Khaled. But the outcry caused by this work about two Egyptian kids making out on a bus is hard to believe. And it isn’t the sex scenes—rather reserved by most standards—that are raising the ire of religious and political officials. Authorities have denounced the film as blasphemous for the blatant “violation” of the girl’s veil and because the driver is singing verses from the Koran along with radio as he spies on the couple in secret from the front of the bus. “I wanted to show the double standard that’s typical of life in Egypt,” the director told al-Jazeera. “Egyptian society likes to portray itself in a certain way and cultivate a certain idea of itself. They don’t like it when someone comes along and explodes the stereotype.” The twenty-six-year-old director just graduated with a degree in fine arts from Cairo’s Helwan University and he feels the bus driver symbolizes the ambiguity he wants to portray. “The title comes from the cost of a ticket for two, which is four pounds, plus an extra pound to buy the driver’s silence. The driver is enough of a believer to sing along with the Koran on the radio, but he accepts the bribe to look the other way. And while they make out in the back, he drives on, but he can’t help sneaking glances at them with a kind of sick curiosity.”
 
Breaking stereotypes. If Khaled’s goal was to be a little provocative, he certainly hit his mark. “I had tons of problems getting this film made and distributed. Everyone was afraid of the public’s reaction,” he explains, “but I finally got it into circulation and it’s been successful.” While critics have trashed the film as blasphemous, young people in Cairo have come to its defense. It’s common for kids in Cairo to take advantage of what they call “mobile beds”—to ride around on city busses and make out while the driver looks the other way. This allows them to escape from the tremendous heat in Cairo thanks to the air conditioning and from the ever-vigilant stares of a society timid about sex, at least on paper. “My fellow Egyptians don’t want to see things they disapprove of,” Khaled concludes, “but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”
 
the university Celluloid criticism. Egypt boasts a first-rate film culture, but some subjects like politics, religion and sex are still off limits. For that very reason, some film makers have used their art for a sometimes not so veiled critique of Egyptian society and the country’s conservative façade. A few directors have made films to express discontent with Mubarak regime common among Egyptian intellectuals and now it looks like Khaled has broken the sex barrier to point up contradictions in Egyptian society. All it takes is a look at Egyptian television and film to get a look at a separate world—a world very different from the one inhabited by the clerics at al-Azhar University who condemn everyone and everything and pry into the most private aspects of people’s lives. Their latest foray is a kind of manual on how to make love strictly for reproductive purposes without offending religious dictates in any way, shape, or form—not in any way, shape, or form. Without going into details, it’s easy to see how two separate worlds seem to exist side-by-side in one country. It’s also true that cosmopolitan Cairo is a very different place from the countryside where religious conservatism is a way of life. One thing is for certain: when the al-Azhar clerics go to work in the morning, they don’t take the bus.
 
Christian Elia